Yang Ruoqing patted her chest: "It's necessary!"

"Then, mother, will you give it a try?"

"Mom, just cut it, I will take care of the rest!"

Don’t miss any of the ways to make money.

Although paper-cutting is similar to Yang Huazhong's bamboo and willow weaving, they are both low-cost and low-income small businesses.

It’s still a seasonal deal.

However, no matter how thin the mosquito legs are, they are still meat!

Isn’t that how a family’s wealth is accumulated bit by bit?

The decision was made, and the family planned to start this matter after Yang Huazhou got married.

Lao Yang entered the house with his hands behind his back.

Since that day, Lao Yang came over and had a quarrel with Yang Huazhong over the matter of Yang Huamei and Wangcai.

For several days, he didn't even step into the third room.

Come here now...

Yang Ruoqing guessed that it probably had something to do with Yang Huazhou getting married tomorrow.

She was too lazy to pour tea for Lao Yang. The dowry was folded in red paper by the Sun family without raising her head.

Over there, Sun and Yang Huazhong saw Lao Yangtou coming in.

Mrs. Sun quickly put down her work and stood up a little cautiously.

"Dad, you are here..."

Mrs. Sun greeted Old Yangtou.

Lao Yangtou responded in a muffled voice.

Looking at the red paper-cutting that Mrs. Sun was cutting, Old Yangtou showed a hint of joy on his face.

Chao Sun nodded: "You are busy with your business, I will have a few words with the third child."

Mrs. Sun stood aside with her hands hanging down.

Old Yangtou's eyes fell on Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong sat there without getting up.

The man had a sullen face and tinkered with the paper-cutting in his hand without even raising his eyes.

Old Yang frowned and sighed.

He sat down on the stool where Sun had just sat and looked at Yang Huazhong.

"Dad, I know you are still holding fire in your heart, and you blame me for being partial."

"Xiao An's injury was caused by Mei'er."

"I have been training her these past few days."

"As a grandson, Xiao An, I, as a father, feel guilty!"

"Seeing the wound on the child's forehead makes me feel bad."

"But everything has happened, so what can we do? Girl Qing also beat her sister-in-law and killed the biting dog!"

"Third brother, we are a family, let's just turn this over, okay?"

After Old Yang finished talking a lot, he looked at Yang Huazhong sincerely.

Only then did Yang Huazhong raise his head.

The man looked at Old Yangtou with a complicated expression.

"I, Yang Huazhong, am not a stingy person, but it was my son who was beaten."

"The one who hurt people is my sister."

"Qing'er hit her sister-in-law, so I couldn't bear to rush over and take action."

"Dad, this matter cannot be settled!" he said.

Old Yangtou frowned.

"Then what can you do to get over this hurdle?"

Old Yangtou asked.

"Since Mei'er and Xiao An are so unhappy, do we also want to sever the relationship between father and son?"

These words were a bit harsh, and Yang Huazhong frowned when he heard them.

"Dad, can you please stop using this to pressure me all the time?"

Yang Huazhong said.

"Dad, if you are here today to discuss the fifth brother's marriage, then sit down and let's talk slowly."

"If dad comes here today, he is doing it to be a peacemaker so that we don't remember our grudge against Meier."

"Then dad better not waste your breath."

"Meier beat my little An repeatedly until she bled."

"I, Yang Huazhong, don't have such a cruel and unrepentant girl!"

Hearing Yang Huazhong's words, old Yangtou showed a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Why!"

He sighed deeply and fell silent.

Yang Huazhong also lowered his head and continued tinkering with paper-cutting.

The topic of Yang Huamei is now taboo.

If we talk about it, we are just asking for trouble.

Both father and son were silent.

Sun and Yang Ruoqing also remained silent.

Normally, Mrs. Sun would definitely order Yang Ruoqing to pour tea for Lao Yangtou.

Or maybe he came over with tea as soon as possible.

But for a moment, she didn't move.

Yang Ruoqing naturally became even more immobile.

Old Yangtou looked around and clearly felt the cold treatment.

He also understood what happened last time, which completely chilled the hearts of the people in Sanfang.

The old man sighed again.

"Let's talk about Lao Wu's marriage!"

Old Yangtou spoke up again, bringing the topic to this matter.

"When five of you brothers get married, I'll have to drink a bowl of water."

"This banquet is for the whole village."

"Based on the number of guests for Daoxi celebrations in previous years, including relatives, friends and uncles from the Bao family."

"There are about six tables."

Old Yang was thinking about it, and Yang Huazhong raised his head again and listened carefully.

"Your mother has poor health and has been ill twice recently."

"I want my third daughter-in-law to take the leading role in the kitchen."

As soon as Old Yangtou finished speaking, Mrs. Sun next to him was surprised.

Everyone's eyes turned to Sun.

Old Yangtou said with a look of admiration on his face: "He who can do more work, third daughter-in-law, you have to take charge this time."

"The dishes you cook are better than those of your sisters-in-law. Give us, Mr. Yang, some face!"

Mrs. Sun forced a smile on her face: "Dad, you praise me too much. The second sister-in-law and the fourth brother and sister are all very badly burned."

Lao Yangtou waved his hand: "Don't mention the two of them. One is a deadbeat and the other is a bad sell. At this moment, both of them are hiding and have not returned to the village."

"I've asked Yong to go in and hurry them up."

"Dad, I..."

Sun murmured, and as soon as she started talking, she was interrupted by Old Yangtou.

"My third daughter-in-law, don't refuse. Don't worry, I'll let your mother delegate the power to you this time. You have the final say over the kitchen!"
To be continued...